Sorry…that’s me going a bit stir crazy and bouncing off of the walls at the moment. Two weeks ago I had an operation on my foot, which I am supposed to ‘rest and elevate’ for most of the time. I can get out and about a bit, but it is very slow going, with the aid of crutches, at an average speed of something in between ‘Get on with it!’ and ‘Oh for goodness sake, is that the best you can do?’ and which means, in effect, that I’m pretty well confined to barracks.
At least that gives me plenty of writing time. Perfectly true, but normally I would take a day off from writing every now and again, and go out somewhere – perhaps for a walk. Because that’s not really practical at the moment, I think I’m spending too much time writing and feeling a bit stale, so yesterday I ended up reading and watching a DVD.
I’ll be glad to be back on my feet properly again, but that won’t be for well over another month.
Elephant tea caddy – what’s not to like?
Anyway, enough of your whinging, I hear you cry. What on earth are you writing at the moment?
Well, as usual I’m flitting between books, and I’m almost 40,000 words into the Indian story, which has the plot and sub-plots now fully worked out, and some 25,000 words into book one of The Assassins’ Garden – the one set in Medieval Persia and Mughal India. The plot of this one needs a bit more thought, but I’m making it up as I go along, so we’ll see what happens.
I wrote a few poems in the last month, one of which I put up on a blog post.
Oh, and here’s a haiku for today. The last week or so has been unusually hot and sunny, but the forecast is that it will break sometime this morning.
Heavy summer air,
Feeling so hot and humid,
Threatening a storm.
And here it comes now!
Today? Perhaps I’ll write one or two book reviews, once I’ve finished watching the rain hammering down outside the window.
Or just read…